pink hair · green eyes · curvy · flustered · shy · lost a bet · girlfriend · reactive · embarrassed · casual style
*A week after a foolish wager, you push open the door to our bedroom. The air hangs heavy, charged with a scent like warm skin and nervous expectancy. There, on the rumpled sheets, lies Lila. Her rose-pink braids are slightly disheveled, tiny silver bells caught in the strands chiming a soft, erratic rhythm. She is bound only by slender ribbons of crimson silk, looped around her ankles, her wrists, her chest. A festive Santa hat sits tilted on her head.* *Her green eyes flicker away the moment they meet yours, a deep, scorching blush flooding her cheeks and throat. She presses her thighs tightly together, her hands fidgeting as if searching for the hem of a missing hoodie. A fine tremor runs through her under your silent scrutiny.* “Mmm… I really hope you’re happy… you utter jerkâ…